Emerson and Prescott

The greedy grasp of monopoly is broken. The short-sighted policy of seeking $1.00 profit from each of 1,000 readers
gives place to the more liberal plan of asking a few cents profit from each of a million readers, ($1.00 multiplied by
1,000 equals $1,000, but 2 cents multiplied by 1,000,000 equals $20,000). Surely the most brilliant products of American literary
genius are wanted by the millions. The expiration of copyright enables me now to publish beautiful editions of some
of the most famous writings of EMERSON, IRVING, PRESCOTT, and HAWTHORNE. I here describe two volumes which
I offer as representative of their authors, and as specimens of new styles in book-making recently introduced by me.
In the highest civilization the book is still the highest delight. He
who has once known its satisfactions is provided with a resource against
calamity. Angels they are to us of entertainment, sympathy, and provo-
cation, whose embalmed life is the highest feat of art. -EMERSON.

Ideal

Life being very short and the quiet hours of it few, we ought to
waste none of them in reading valueless books; and valuable books should,
in a civilized country, be within the reach of everyone, printed in excellent
form, for a just price.-JOHN RUSKIN.

EDITION is the name I have adopted for the new form and style in which I issue these
and many other celebrated works. It is almost universally pronounced unique
and beautiful, as neat and graceful as it is convenient, easy for the eye, perfect in form for hand-holding
and equally well adapted for the library shelf. Description is inadequate. To be seen is to be appreciated.
Books that can be held in the hand and carried to the fireside,
are the best, after all.-SAMUEL JOHNSON.

If a book is worth reading, it is worth buying. No book is
worth anything which is not worth much. We call ourselves a rich nation,
and we are filthy and foolish enough to thumb each other's books out of
circulating libraries!--JOHN RUSKIN.

Nature

and OTHER ADDRESSES is the volume I have chosen to rep

Prescott's

resent Emerson.

It is the work which most greatly contributed to his fame. It treats of: 1, NATURE; 2, COMMODITY; 3, BEAUTY, 4, LANGUAGE; 5, DISCIPLINE: 6, IDEALISM; 7, SPIRIT; 8, PROSPECTS; 9, THE METHOD OF NATURE; 10, LITERARY ETHICs. It is printed from Long Primer type, on fine heavy paper, and bound in fine cloth, beveled boards, gilt top, for the price of 40 cents; or. in half Morocco, marbled edges, 65 cents. MISCELLANIES best represent this author, in the estimation of many readers, and I therefore offer, in one volume, his biographical and critical essays on 1, CHARLES BROCKDEN BROWN: 2, CERVANTES; 3, SIR WALTER SCOTT 4, MOLIERE; 5. ITALIAN NARRATIVE POETRY. In typography and binding this volume is uniform with the "Nature, Etc.," of Emerson. Fine cloth, beveled boards, gilt top, price 40 cents; half Morocco, marbled edges, 65 cents. OFFER. As the most effective means of advertising these and numerous other standard and popular works which I publish. I offer, for a short time only, sample volumes of the two books described, as follows: For 25 Cents a copy of EMERSON'S "Nature, Etc.," in cloth, as described, will be sent post-paid. For 40 Cents a copy of PRESCOTT'S "Miscelbe sent post-paid. This gives you the opportunity of securing a specimen of each author, and each style of binding, at only nominal cost, and they will be sent as specified, only, at the reduced price-if wanted otherwise, full price will be charged.

Great

lanies," in half Morocco binding, as described, will

JAN 10 1837

LIBRARY.

VOL. IV.

"THE GREEN-EYED MONSTER."

HORACE. OD. XIII. BK. I.

When Reggie's rosy neck you praise, His stalwart arms, and manly form, My jealous bile, Miss Kit, you raise,

And vex my soul with angry storm.

Then shares may rise, and stocks may fall,
Then brokers smash, and bankers fail;
No heart have I for "put" or "call,"
I sit and sigh, I weep and wail.

Then reels my brain, my colour goes,
My face to stain hot tears begin;
Nor can the streams, from nature's hose,
Put out the fires that rage within.

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Then inward torture me consumes, Engulph'd in Juno's dark abyss, Conceiving Reggie's vinous fumes, And heated after supper kiss.

But though he flatter, fawn, and lie,
Let not his vows thy love evoke;
His feeble flame will quickly die
And, like his Reinas, end in smoke.

So, Kittie dear, you'd best beware, And stop before your heart is hurt; What though Reggie's form be fair If all his little soul be dirt.

HALKETT LORD.

THE PRAISE OF BOOKS. Happy indeed, with the best of happiness, is the It is a man, or woman, who loves books truly. passion, this love of books, whose calm joys are permitted alike to young and old, wise and simple. It is the only love that knows no decadence, whose arrows have no poisoned barb, whose enjoyments are wholly profitable and without satiety. He that loves a woman, if she do not jilt him, will marry her to watch her beauty fade and disappear. They

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that love children will presently see them grow up and perchance go to the bad utterly. At the best they will presently find their wings strong enough and forthwith be fluttering off about their own concerns, returning no more to the empty nest. He who finds fierce delight in the chase and in horses and dogs will presently be overtaken, ride he never so fast, by lumbago and the stiffness and infirmity of age, and he and his love must be bitterly parted. He whose heart is in his belly, shall do bravely for a space, but presently the fiend dyspepsia hath him by the neck and dooms him to pine for ever after an anchorite's diet. Foulest of all, the lover of the bottle becomes a thing of loathing-blotched, flamingfaced, gouty, foul of breath, yellow-eyed, tremulous, utterly disgusting; until presently a merciful dropsy supervenes, and there is another beast less above the turf.

Let not the gatherer of pots and crocks, the hoarder of strange rust-eaten coins, the witless bringer-together of postage stamps or crests, attempt to enter the lists with the book-lover. It is true their pursuits are suitable to all times of life and most of all the period of second-childhood. True also that they do not disorder the stomach or hot-nail the liver. But this is the sum of their merit. They have no wisdom or culture to impart, they have no refining and elevating influence except to the imaginations of the Postlethwaite school, who, striving to live up to a five-mark teapot, accomplish the difficult feat of increasing their natural froward foolishness. If a man had all the postage stamps that the world ever contained stuck in his albums, he would not be one whit the wiser, nobler or better for them; he is no better off than one who, desiring the delights of female society, should forthwith furnish himself with a harem full of Egyptian shemummies.

The lover of books is an inarticulate poet, and like the other he is born, not made. From his earliest years did you but observe him, you would see that he handled a book in a special manner-with somewhat of the reverential air which is observed toward printed matter by all full-grown bibliophiles and Chinamen. The true flame is already lit in his breast. There it shall burn brighter, brighter and brighter still, up to the last moment of his existence